"Ravenclaw," shouted the sorting hat and a table in center left of the hall, filled with blue and bronze, applauded loudly for their new arrival while all the other tables continued to whisper about who was being sorted into what house. On the other side of the center was a table decorated in yellow and bronze, the Hufflepuff table. And next to that sat the most alive, crazy, and rogue table, decorated in red and gold, the Gryffindor table.

"Slytherin" shouted the sorting hat and the green and black clad students on the other side of the Ravenclaw tables applauded. Well almost everyone. One person merely just stared with a blank look on his face as he read a book. He looked up at hearing his house being called, showing only a mild look of interest, but made no move to clap. As sudden as the look came, he was back to reading his book.

This young man had perfect black hair, parted perfectly to the side, with pale perfect skin that didn't have a blemish in sight. His eyes were dark black with only a little bit of green, making his taunt self very handsome. His uniform was in perfect order and fit perfectly over his slim body and on the left side of his chest was a 6th year prefect badge. He looked the perfect part.

"When's are next meeting going to be Tom," said fellow 6th year Slytherin, Abraxas Malfoy. Malfoy was a typical Malfoy with blond hair to his shoulder and a handsome set face that depicted status. Tom Riddle glanced away from his book to give a glare at his follower. That's right, Tom Riddle had no friends. Friends were a weakness. No, he had followers and just followers. He would not let his lowly half blood self bring him down to their standards, those purebloods.

Tom recalled his first year when the Slytherins learned of his heritage. It was horrible; they made fun of him and tried to hex him. He smiled to himself when he thought of how they tried to hex him and how he had broken all of their wrists with a glance from his eyes. He had a great infinity for wandless and verbal magic and that was only his first year. He was a 6th year now and top of his class and a favorite of everyone.

Everyone trusted him in the public eye, after all who wouldn't with his polite attitude, compliments, perfect grades, and perfect looks. Only the Slytherins new he was the heir of Slytherin, or at least could guess. They knew he was a master of the Dark Arts, that his favorite curse was the Cruciatis, and that he planned on ridding the world of muggle filth. And they knew better then to tell anyone in fear of his wrath. Because Tom Riddle had one hell of a temper.

Without glancing away from Malfoy's eyes, Tom put away his book.

"What did you call me", Tom said in a low voice filled with Venom to Abraxas.

"T-om, my Lord", said Abraxas, his voice wavering with fright knowing that he could not say anything but the answer his Lord wanted to hear.

"You will be punished later, but you know the rules. And I will tell you when I decide. Do not challenge my authority", hissed Tom. Abraxas head fell and continued to look down at the bench in fright while Tom smiled to himself, although not showing it. This was going to be a good year, Tom thought. He would finally be able to get all his plans together.

A glare of the light turned his head to the head table. And he glared at the old man with twinkling blue eyes and glasses who was staring at him. Deputy Headmaster and Transfiguration Professor, Albus Dumbledore. No matter how much Tom had tried, the man never fell for his polite act that had all his teachers transfixed. Maybe it was that day at the orphanage when he found out he was a parseltongue or that he had stolen from the other children, Tom thought. Tom snorted. It's not like Dumbledore knew what else he had done to those kids. Then again Dumbledore was a genius who probably could've guessed by now, unlike that stupid oaf of a headmaster Dippet who probably would have left the whole school in Tom's hands had it not been for Dumbledore.

Dippet was even worse than the potion's professor Slughorn who did everything for Tom Riddle. No, Dumbledore was just a thorn in his side that he saw as a potential threat to all his plans. Even killing Myrtle and framing Hagrid for it last year had left the professor even more suspicious and Tom had thought doing a service for the school would have done quite the opposite. Then again, it wasn't as if Dumbledore was actually normal, no genius is. Tom sighed thinking about the Chamber of Secrets. He did not dare open the Chamber again because the supposed heir, Hagrid, had already been caught although not convicted.

Unable to take Dumbledore's staring anymore, Tom stared to look around the Great Hall. His mood turned to that annoyed when he saw the Gryffindor 6th year prefect was the annoying girl Minerva McGonagall. Riddle new from the blush she had whenever she saw him that she had a slight crush on him and hated it; but he knew he would be able to do anything he would want with that advantage. Looking at the Gryffindor table he noticed the other 6th years eyeing the Slytherin table with disgust; Potter, Weasley, Longbottom, Finnigan, Prewett, Brown, and Wood. Tom snorted to himself, could they make it any less obvious.

Instead of looking over toward the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, his eyes came down to look over at his own group of 6th years. Black, Malfoy, Bulstrode, Zabini, Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson, and Nott. Alphard Black was the only 6th years Slytherin who sat apart from Riddle, as he demonstrated much less pureblood etiquette then his twin sister Augusta. He spared Alphard one last glance of curiosity before looking back at the head table where the hat was already put away and Dippet stood to begin his speech.

"This year we must all take extra precaution. It is a time of war and it is not something we can no longer ignore. This castle has been warded to its best capability and will not fall to the likes of the Dark Lord Grindewald. For this reason, there will be no leaving the castle grounds -" but Dippet was interrupted by a mad laugh that sounded all around the room.

Dumbledore could not help but stare at Tom Riddle and think of failure. This young man was dangerous, much dangerous than he knew and Albus Dumbledore knew a lot; but he had no proof. Only theories. He knew Riddle had killed Myrtle and that he was the heir of Slytherin. He knew Riddle was dark and had several followers, what he did not know was how bad Riddle really was. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with guilt and sorrow for not being able to save this young man who had so much potential. Dumbledore knew this year would be the breaking point; there was no going past this year. As the sorting hat called one last "Gryffindor" he saw Tom's gaze turn from him to the Gryffindor table and broke his stare.

Dumbledore has placed the hat behind the head table and listened to the Headmaster's speech that would no doubt be accompanied by a speech from himself. After all, Grindewald was getting more dangerous as everyday went by. He was storming through Europe and Dumbledore knew he was heading to face the only person who stood in his way, himself. Dumbledore listened to Dippet's speech and was about to stand midway through to continue until Dippet was interrupted by cold high pitched laughed that could only belong to one person.

No student made a sound as an evil voice spoke in the room, seemingly coming from nowhere, and all the professors stood. Dumbledore's twinkling eye disappeared and was replaced with anger as he looked towards the wall of the Great Hall. Almost as if he could see through the wall that separated himself from the view of the school grounds and Hogsmeade.

"You think Hogwarts can stand facing the darkest and most powerful wizard the world has ever seen? If you think so, you stand wrong. My followers and I will crush your school and everyone in it tonight, no exceptions. So stand down and make it this much easier; we are waiting outside." said the voice everyone knew as Grindewald.

At that last word, Dumbledore waved his wand and the wall he was staring at, a wall that everyone was staring at, became clear. There he saw Grindewald standing with 100 of his followers over the haze and fire of the destruction of Hogsmeade, trying furtively to break onto Hogwarts ground through the gate. It was silent for a moment before everyone in the Great Hall, but a certain Slytherin, began to yell and scream.

Dumbledore was lifting his wand and was about to make a cracking noise when a loud CRACK rippled across the room. This had the immediate effect as Dumbledore's noise would have and everyone looked to Dumbledore only to see his wand was down and that he was also confused. Then Dumbledore noticed a certain Slytherin looking at the entrance of the Great Hall. That's when he looked back and noticed that in front of the doors of the Great Hall stood four strangers in black cloaks with hoods that covered the top part of their faces. Everyone, including the professors, followed Dumbledore's gaze to stare at the four mysterious strangers when one of the strangers spoke.

Riddle looked at the clear wall and snorted at the measly attempts by Grindewald in getting through the Castle Gates. Someone obviously didn't do their research, a bad move on Grindewald's part. But Lord Voldemort would never make that mistake. He laughed once again wondering how this man was what had half of Europe cowering. Honestly, there could be so much worse and Tom promised to himself, there would be. He looked around once again and saw the panicking idiots around him. I mean honestly, did they really think that Hogwarts could be easily taken down. He shook his head as the screaming continued. He saw Dumbledore about to raise his wand to somehow take control over the crowd when a loud CRACKING noise made him look towards the Great Hall doors.

He saw four figures wearing black cloaks with hoods that covered most of their faces. The first cloaked figure looked about 6.1, Tom's own height, and had a straight look on his face. The second figure looked a little shorter on the 5.11 range, but nonetheless, had a look of determination set on his mouth. The third cloaked figure was obviously a girl as the figure stood at 5.5 with a very lean figure and who looked with no expression. The last figure on the right stood at 6.1 and was smirking a smirk that could do any Slytherin.

All held themselves with grace in an intimidating fashion, something Tom grudgingly respected them for. Tom then noticed that everyone had quieted down, including Dumbledore, and were looking at the strangers with confusion and shock. He turned back towards Dumbledore, instead of the cowering Headmaster behind Dumbledore, knowing that Dumbledore would probably speak first. He was surprised when one of the cloak figures began speaking.

"We are here to protect you and we will fights. Stay inside," the Cloak figure in the middle towards the left said with a clear commanding and powerful manly voice, which made half the girls in the room swoon despite the situation.

The cloak figures were about to turn their backs on the silent Hall when Dumbledore asked quickly and with a steady voice, "How did you get in here?" Curiosity laced his voice.

"Apparation", a new manly voice had replied, coming from the cloak figure on the right. His voice was laced with amusement and he was still wearing a smirk. The girls in the room once again swooned. Unable to contain himself, Dumbledore replied, "But you can't apparate into Hogwarts, it's not possible."

"Questions later, now we must fight," replied the cloaked figure that had not spoken yet, his voice firm, again making all the girls swoon. However, as soon as the words were said, the students once again looked out the clear wall to see that Grindewald was closer to breaking the front gate and shrieked in panic at the thought of both Grindewald and the anonymous cloaked figures.

The cloaked figures all looked at the cloaked girl as she stepped forward. All the professors, Gryffindors, and Slytherins, whom were among those not screaming anymore, stared at her. Their looks turned apprehensive as they noticed the rest of the cloaked figures turn towards the girl and smirk, although the girl remained passive. Taking a step forward, she lifted her petite soft and delicate hand in the air and did a circle motion with so much grace that she had even surprised Riddle. She then pushed her hand out to the direction of the whole hall. The effective silence was immediate. And no sound could be heard as everyone struggled against the silencing spell. The spell was soon unneeded as most people began to stare in astonishment at this girl's wandless and nonverbal capability, one that even shocked Dumbledore and Riddle.

It was with this motion that the girl stepped back and turned around with all the other cloak figures, all in sync. The cloaked figures approached the Entrance Hall until the one who had first spoken, the one who had seemed as if though the leader, turned around to eye the great hall. The rest of the cloaked figures stopped but did not turn around. Eyeing the hall, the leader made a slow wave with his hand and said, "for your safety" and then turned around to join the cloaked figured whom made it to the entrance hall front doors and opened them and closed them once once they were outside.

The effect of the leaders spell was immediate, and the Great Hall doors thudded and closed themselves and the walls began to glow and wards were put up against it. The amount of magic that was put into the wards by the leader was amazing and the walls and the door continued to glow. It was then that everyone noticed that the clear wall had remained clear, and they were able to see everything going on on the grounds before them.

Dumbledore had finally cast off the silencing spell as had Riddle. And noticing that most still had it on; Dumbledore announced everyone to be calm and tried to open the Hall doors but was unable too. Knowing that the leader must of had immense power, enough that would keep them safe, Dumbledore joined to rest of the still silent students and Staff to watch as the cloak figures began to descend Hogwarts ground just as the Hogwarts gate opened with a THUD to emit all of Grindewald and his followers.

Dumbledore immediately became solemn knowing that despite all the power those cloaked figures seemed to have, they would lose. But because their backs were facing towards him, he missed the identical smirks that graced their faces.

The four-cloaked figures said nothing to each other until they approached the grounds of Hogwarts.

The leader of the four stepped forward and stated each of their names while staring at them, "Ron, Hermione, Draco. Do me a favor, and try not to die, at least not today"

"You too Harry" they all replied together with a smile knowing it was becoming a tradition to say these same exact words before every battle they had together.

"Remember, this is that past we are in. We came here to change to future and this is just the beginning. When you fight Grindewald's people, think of them nothing more then Death Eaters. . . probably even more less intelligent from the amount of time they spent on that Gate" said Harry.

They all snorted and smirked. They gave each other one last glance before they formed their straight line, the same line they had in the hall, and bee lined it towards the gate which fell with a THUD as Grindewald entered Hogwarts ground.

Grindewald's people formed straight lines behind Grindewald. He stared at the cloaked figures with amusement in his eyes and said sarcastically. "So Dumbledore sends you children as a messenger, sacrifice, or what?" Silence remained as the cloaked figures made no reply.

"Surely you aren't here to fight me? What the Great Albus Dumbledore sending children to fight the Dark Lord." Grindewald continued to laugh. "Well I guess we shall make an example of you". He was about to order his troops to attack when Hermione, the petite witch step forward. The other cloaked figures didn't twitch at all when she did so. "So a girl is going to challenge me? Where's your wand?"

Hermione didn't reply. Instead she took her hands and put them together and released them in an arc and pushed with all her force. The effect was imminent. She created a shield, a round gold glowing shield and immediately pushed it out. The immense force in the shield was massive and threw down all the troops. She then brought the shield back to herself to protect her and the rest of the boys. Now, the weak wizards of Grindewald's forces were down, leaving about 50 more and Grindewald. Hermione stood with her shield as the boys began to attack. The most amazing thing about the sight was that none of the cloaked figures had wands nor were they saying anything out loud. The only sign that they were fighting was the glowing of spells coming from them.

'Stupefy' Ron thought

'Reducto' Draco thought

'Expelliarmus' Harry thought

'Furnuculus' Draco thought

'Sectemsumpra' Harry thought

'Vadana' Ron thought.

They continued to attack almost effortlessly while Hermione's shield absorbed and threw back all the curses thrown at herself and the boys;while also letting the Harry, Ron, and Draco's curses fly through her shield. It was but only 5 minutes later when Grindewald retreated, more likely escaping as they rampaged his people. As they fought their way to the gate, they noticed he had escaped. Without a word to each other, as if they were all thinking the same thing, Hermione, Draco, Ron, and Harry turned to all the bodies, all of which were unconscious and with one flick of their hand all in sync, they threw the carnage in one area and incarcerated them with ropes. The figures glanced to nod at each other before forming the line and heading straight towards the castle.

The students and professors stood in shock at the seen they had just seen from the Great Hall. Those cloaked figures had gotten rid of those bastards in only 5 minutes. An amazing feat, not to mentions the amount of potential in their magic they had. Surely they had to be older in their age to have such gratuity of abilities. Their magic was simple amazing.

Tom Riddle stood with the same stoic expression on his handsome face and found it hard to keep his expression for once in his life. Those wizards and witch were amazing. So much magic potential. He wondered if they too also knew the other aspects of magic such as legillimancy and necromancy. He could only wonder. Then again he also noticed that they only had used light spells and did not kill at all. But maybe he could change their mind. Maybe he could even get them to join his cause. It would be prudent not to have them going against him. Yes, Tom Riddle thought. They will join me.

Dumbledore was shocked in a stupor by the time their victory was eminent. The magic working they had done had been outstanding and unbelievable. They were truly gifted. Oh how he was so curious to know who they were and how they got into Hogwarts and how they learned such magic.

Still deep in their thoughts, not just Riddle and Dumbledore, but everyone else whose thoughts had varied from being afraid to being intimidated. They were all startled when the walls of the Great Hall stopped glowing and the doors banged open only to show the four cloaked figures that were on every ones mind. Mindfully, everyone, still under the silent spell, returned to their seats as instructed by Dumbledore whom told Dippet to sit down while he took over for a bit.

Once everyone was all seated the cloaked witch stepped forward and waved her hand in another circular motion and undid the spell. All at once the room was filled with whispering. Dumbledore shot sparks out of his wand and called for order, which everyone immediately followed.

"Now we must thank these nice people for what they have done today. They have show immense courage in the face of the dark." All eyes on them, everyone said thank you at separate times making it sound like a jumble. Well most people did, the Slytherins rather chose not too.

"Now, I believe in order to thank you for your kindness that we shall have a feast for you in your honor. The house elves have already prepared as such, may we please have the honor?" Dumbledore asked. The cloaked figures all looked towards the leader who nodded. Afterwards, it seemed they all nodded at once to some sort of mutual agreement. The cloaked figured on the most right took off his hood. The wizard on the left took off his hood. Then the leader took off his hood. And then the witch.

The first one to take off his cloak pulled it down to reveal a semi handsome face of a boy with freckles placed in the perfect spots that accented his red hair. He didn't look naive like most red heads did, Tom thought. Tom was reminded of the Weasley family, but on the contrary, this boy also had an aurora of power that make him look intimidating and handsome.

The second cloak to come down revealed a boy with bleach blond hair, wearing a smirk, and who was also handsome like his voice that had made all the girls swoon. He had a grace and a look to him that reeked power and his cocky looks showed that he knew it too. He raised an eyebrow at every one's whispering.

The third cloak revealed the best looking of the boys. He had jet black hair, green emerald eyes that twinkled, much like a certain professor, and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead that made him more attractive instead of ugly. He had an aurora of power that basically screamed leader and strength, he wore a loose smile on his face showing his seriousness and confidence at the same time. All the girls in the hall were drooling.

The last person to take of their cloak, the girl ,slowly pulled her hand up with as much grace as her wandless magic. She was revealed to have long brown hair that cascaded beautifully with chocolate brown eyes and facial features that made every guy in the great hall freeze in their place and gawk. She was beautiful and she also had a light smile on her face as she looked around the hall, which immediately disappeared as she saw the students and the teachers. Out of all the cloaked figures, her face was the stoniest and most serious, but it did not hide her beauty.

The man with the jet-black hair responded "Professor, we need to talk to you first."

"In private" the boy with red hair added in. "Actually, that's why we came here" pointed out the blond haired boy while the girl remained silent with a stony face.

"Very well, continue the feast Armando" and Dumbledore exited through the side door with the four mysterious people.

Tom sat staring, as the 4 mysterious and powerful figured walked out. He looked back at the table just in case someone noticed he was staring at the four figures, and then made one more conspicuous glance. His heart thudded when he noticed that as his head went up, in sync the four traveller's eyes looked into his own.

As soon as the cloaked figures left, everyone in the great hall broke out into whispers

"did you see her, she was beautiful"

"they are so powerful"

"who are they"

"they looked like they knew how to fight"

"they look our age"

"he's so hot"

The whispers went on and on, however, one boy was sitting silently just thinking. Tom Riddle was thinking very deeply at that moment as he was contemplating these figures and assessing their abilities but there was one person in particular that he couldn't figure out, the girl. The way she moved and acted was so. . . Tom didn't know how to describe it. All these figures were a mystery, one that Tom was hoping to solve.

Dumbledore was in the side chamber to the great hall with the four figures.

"I must say that was an impressive bit of magic, thank you for saving out school"

"No problem professor. But before you speak anymore I guess we must get introductions underway. My name is Harry Potter."said the boy with jet black hair.

"We are used to fighting where we come from and I'm Ron Weasley" said the red head. "We like a good battle, keeps us in tip top shape and I'm Draco Malfoy" said the blond one. "We like to protect, especially the home we all had once shared," said the delicate voice of the girl "and I'm Hermione Granger."

The Professor didn't understand them, "Weasley, Potter, Malfoy? Hm, very interesting. I am quite familiar with your blood lines and I know that there is no one of your names in those families-"

"Not currently anyway," interrupted Draco who was given a look by Ron, Harry, and Hermione.

Dumbledore looked them all over once more before continuing with his statement, " Granger is a common muggle name. I gather you are half blood or muggleborn. Hm interesting. Now Miss Granger, please tell me what you meant by your home. This school has only ever been home to past students and I hardly recognize you".

Harry spoke this time, "Well professor. There is no easy way to say this but we are from the future. I will not tell you more than we have too but in 50 years, an evil dark lord will rise. He is sworn to the pureblood supremacy and makes sure to deal with muggles and muggleborns and halfbloods alike as filth. He kills them mercilessly. He has even gone against nature to make himself immortal through the creation of horcruxes. We grew up in the darkest war that has ever faced the wizarding world. Grindewald is nothing in comparison, how else did you think it was so easy to beat him? But this dark lord, no one speaks his name in fear. Yes, everyone is afraid of a word. But there is no everyone anymore because everyone is dead.

Our parents, our friends, our families, our teachers, you, and -Hogwarts. None of them went without a fight, but dead nonetheless. We were among the lucky survivors, the only survivors but you see sir, our future was dead." This whole time Harry was looking at his friends making sure that he wouldn't be captivated by Dumbledore's expression. He glanced up to see Dumbledore's shocked face and continued "so we came back to stop it and our only opportunity is in this time period for reasons we cannot reveal unless we want to mess up the timeline anymore than we already have. You know time travel professor, we have already created a paradox."

Dumbledore's eyes trailed over each one teenager with solemn eyes as he thought about the hardships these children who were forced to grow up and be adults must have gone through. "So why are you telling me this Mr. Potter?"

"Well professor, it was your idea to come back here. You portrait give us all the hints and clues we needed," stated Harry thinking back to 4 months ago when they were in the dead Hogwarts' Headmaster's room, trying to figure out how they could win the war.

*FLASHBACK*

"What do you do when there is a problem you can't solve?" Hermione had voiced out. They were startled to hear an answer coming from behind them. "When you can't solve a problem, you change the problem into one you can solve," Dumbledore's portrait had interrupted. They each thought this over until the idea hit them. "What's the problem," Harry asked aloud. "Obviously Voldemort", replied Draco in thought. "Then we need to change Voldemort?", asked a confused Ron. "You don't change Voldemort," said Hermione. The boys all looked at her expectantly, "You change Tom Riddle".

It was with those thoughts that they began the long process of looking into time travel. It was with Dumbledore's advice and help that they were able to work four long consecutive months preparing for their time escapade. The first priority had been make their time preparations. First they created a potion they got out of a book in Dumbldore's library that would take them back to the point they wanted. Then they ascribed ruins on the wall to make a pendant with several pendants overlapping. The ending product was inspirational. It looked like wallpaper, but if one were to closely examine it, they would see each pencil thin overlapping line created with pure silver dust. This alone took two weeks to do, an effort, which they all had helped in as Hermione had previously schooled them in ruins. As they waited for their potion to simmer for the required four months, they kept themselves busy.

Hermione had made sure to teach Draco, Ron, and Harry everything she had ever learned at Hogwarts. Potions, Arithimacy, Ancient Ruins. . . etc. Draco taught the group the Dark Arts and Pureblood etiquette.. Ron took care of defense and looked up ancient spells in Dumbledore's library; there were books no one had ever seen before. Harry in turn took care of specialising magic. He taught them all occlumency, which he had mastered without the help of Snap, and legilimancy. They all came together to learn wandless and silent magic which they learned through Ravenclaw's secret library that they had found. As it turned out, Hermione was a half blood and one of her sides came from Ravenclaw's squib line. She was only placed in Gryffindor because of her strong Gryffindor qualities. After months of practicing spells and constantly using their magic, it became easier to do magic without a wand and their magic was used to being used constantly anyway. Same thing went with silent spells. They had become the best of the best in only three months. And they knew magic that no one had seen for centuries.

'There is an affect however," Dumbledore's portrait had stated as they were about to leave. "if you want to do this, know that you won't be able to go home. You can't come back. It's the biggest sacrifice. I will not make you..." and then Harry had stood up and whispered, "There is nothing here for us anyway." and with that, Hermione, Draco and Ron got up and joined Harry. With every single book from Dumbldore and Ravenclaw's library and their own, every artifact they owned including the Maraunder's map and Invisibility cloak, and with the Potter/Malfoy's fortune in their pockets, they decided to leave.

*END FLASHBACK*

"You were also almost like a favorite uncle to all of us" Harry continued "and we trust you. It's been a long time since we have seen someone we loved besides each other, alive at least. We came here to ask you, professor, to let us into this school as 6th year students. We are of that age and we never really finished our education with the war going on. Us four didn't even become four until Draco here turned on the Dark Lord and became a spy. With that he joined us, but we never did talk at school. The war didn't kill us, but it killed our childhood. We would like at least apart of growing up back. We have already come up with our history, well most of it's true just a few tweaks here and there. And our history is kind of like shifting from dark lords. We can just substitute Grindewald for the future one whenever we explain an event."

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco looked to Dumbledore to see what his answer would be. Dumbledore's eyes stared into each of their eyes and he was shocked when he felt their occlumency shields give way. He hadn't even used legillimancy and they trusted him as much to show him all their secrets. Without even diving in Dumbledore answered, "I'll talk with Dippet right now. It will be taken care of and -" Dumbledore hesitated, "I have this feeling that you guys are for the good. That I am supposed to help you and I care much or at least will care much about each one of you. But I would like to hear your background story so our stories do not clash".

"Well, you see professor, my name is Hermione Peverell and I am the Half Blood daughter of your best childhood friend this why you didn't recognize us when we came in, after all I've grown up since the last time you saw me. I came today to ask for your help since my parents are now dead and I brought along my three cousins who have also lost their parents in the war against Grindewald. We are all English but we grew up in eastern Europe and were tutored privately there. We didn't know Grindewald would attack today, but we have fought him before and felt like it was our duty to help.."

"This is Harry Peverell, Draco Peverell and Ron Peverell, we are all cousins because our dads were brothers. We grew up together and Harry, Ron, and Draco are also purebloods. Harry, Draco, and Ron's parents died fighting; and then Harry, Draco, and Ron moved in with us. When my parents died a few months later on that same battlefield, we only have one option but to follow their dying wish and come to you for help."

"Peverell is a very interesting name choice. It is one of the strongest and purest wizarding lines. There lines are most conveniently died out because of this war, but I assume you already know that. Very smart, " said Dumbledore, "that really is a flawless story and i will take over your guardianship. I trust you all have come prepared with copies of all your test scores and other certificates so that I may show Dippet and get you enrolled and then you'll have to be sorted of course."

"Of course professor, it was part of the four months" smirked Ron while they all gave each other knowing looks.

"Well if you would, please wait here while I talk to Armando" and with that Dumbledore moved to the door. He was about to exit when he turned around suddenly and waved his wand. A table full of the food that of the same of the feast currently going on, lay in mounds. "I would hate to keep you war driven heroes hungry," Dumbledore said with a wink and made to exit.

As soon as he left, Hermione sighed. They were here, they had made it. And they saw him. Hermione knew that despite the situation on which they all had come from, they were somewhat comforted by Hogwarts. Hogwarts was always like this. She had almost even forgot what they were doing here until they felt his presence. She, like the others, knew better than to look up and stare. So she waited until they were about to enter the side door, as she knew the others would do, and then made her chance to look. She frowned upon remembering that those same green eyes were looking up at them too. Hermione knew he would see nothing in her eyes, but she could definitely see the curiosity in his. If it was one think Hermione knew, curiosity and Slytherin was a very powerful cross.

As Hermione thought about the teenage Voldemort, aka Tom Riddle, she couldn't help but think about how this one boy had affected her whole life. She would be lying when she said the deaths of almost all her family and friends didn't affect her life. It probably did more so then the boys as Ron was grew up hearing about dark wars, and the fact that this was what Harry's life was all about and Draco, well Draco had been on the other side at one point. But Hermione was new, well not anymore, but she was.

That's why she changed. She became serious and stony on the public front, although the boys knew how she was really feeling most of the time. She also knew that Ron, Draco, and Harry worried about her because she never smiled that much anymore. But maybe being here would be a good thing. She would be able to save everyone she loved.